Aaah, the final M'Butu Tale. And this was by request of Rachel_Thornton (originally Rachel_t in the other stories), just as a way of rounding up the tale. As of this story, I'm done with this universe. The tales have all been told. This is where it ends. Thank you for coming on this trip with us.
Thanks also to those members we lost to other sites, chrisrap22 and CC00, who did not get to see how these stories ended, but contributed immensely to them. And also to Rachel's sister Sophie (snipsnipgurl, if you were ever in the chat room the one time she turned up), who will never get to read this.
And now, the orange text: This story contains scenes of rape. The author does not condone these actions in real life.
Rachel was marched through the forest, hands bound in front of her with rope. The soldiers around her, all of whom she'd come to know well, even if by force, back during the year at the military compound, marched like the trained militarymen that they were. But they kept the rope taut, forcing her to keep up, despite her slowly revealing pregnancy. The track around them was mud and leaves, not great for hiding foot- or bootprints, but certainly great for slowing down anyone who wanted to follow them, even if it had already slowed them down too.
Rachel was, as used to be customary at the old camp, devoid of all clothing, and her skin was coated in the sticky residues of sweat, mud and cum. The soldiers didn't rest often, but when they did, she was always used by at least some of them. Restraint had become an afterthought now, in the absence of their leader, and they took great pleasure in using and abusing her how they pleased. Even when they camped for the night, while she prepared their meals, it was not unusual for one or many of the team to come over and rape her. If something spoiled or burned while this was going on, the punishment was usually worse, and the least she could expect was an inability to sit while she ate. After they had eaten, she was usually used again, until they were all exhausted and retired to their beds, tying Rachel by her hands to a tree to prevent her from running.
It was during one such particular night that she thought about what had happened since the hospital. All four of them were grabbed by M'Butu's men, and escorted forcefully out to some vehicles they had commandeered from the motor pool. They were then driven towards the mountains, a hope of escape for the soldiers, who were now depleted in number. M'Butu himself seemed stoic during the entire endeavour; the girls found out later that he had lost Kobaki in the compound raid, so revenge had become a very high priority for him. It was also on this post-retaliation-raid escape that they realised he had forgone all sense of control in regards to the girls, as shortly after they had entered the forest, he immediately pulled them from the jeeps in which they were situated, and raped them. His actions now had none of the original purpose to them, almost like he was punishing them for the actions of their rescuers. During, and even after, his act, he said nothing, giving away no hint of his reasoning. He then boarded his jeep, and the motorcade continued on.
It was only the third day in when the vehicles were abandoned. Between the noticably uneven terrain and the often thick and boggy mud, their transportation was no longer of use to them, and would only now slow them down; this last observation was assisted by the approaching sounds of a military search party. Ist was then that M'Butu showed his true colours as a leader: he separated them into four groups, each one taking a girl, and sent them in four divergent directions, while he stayed and be captured. (This last part was a late addition to the plan, spurned on by the fact that a voice yelled, "I see M'Butu," and shot at him, hitting him in the knee.) That had been two months ago.
She thought back to the others. CeCe, she was heavily pregnant when they were abducted again. She would've given birth by now, her child either a soldier or a sex slave in the making. It was fair to worry about her; she had the most to lose, namely her life and her child's, being so far from civilisation and safety. Sophie, while she never had gotten on with her before the events that culminated in this, had possibly shown some vulnerability, some degree of humanity, that allowed her to sympathise with her sister, even if briefly and superficially. But Chris, of all the girls there, she was the one Rachel missed the most. A closeness had formed between them while they remained captive, blossoming into romance, one of the few natural things that could grow in the otherwise unnatural environment. They were now blown to the wind, lost to all but her thoughts.
Her daydreaming was rudely interrupted by the black cock that tried to pry open her lips. Reminiscence was going to have to wait; satisfying the primal urges of one of her keepers had to take centre stage, as the cock slip past her lips and down her throat.
It was tghree more days of walking when she heard the voices again. Her rescuers, her knights in shining armour, or at least combat fatigues, were coming to take her back to safety. M'Butu's army, however, had other plans, as they dove into the bush, disappearing from their sight, and dashing Rachel's hopes of rescue again. The search party looked down, and noticed the tracks leading into the dense forest. "We camp here," said one of the men; "we can't do much here, but they won't be able to go much further in there without thinning their own numbers. They'll come out soon enough."
Night fell, and the camp of searchers had taken to bed. This was perfect for M'Butu's men, as they quietly moved out of their hiding place and continued up the hill. Detection averted yet again.
At least until midday. There, their path had run out.
They only needed a few search party members to restrain the group. As they were marched down the hill, one of the team, presumably the leader, separated Rachel from the group, and wrapped her naked form in a blanket. "We've been looking for you for weeks," he told her. "You were the last group to be found."
"So the others..." Rachel started weakly.
"They're fine," he anticipated her query. "They are alive and well. Cece's child included. A girl, if you were going to ask."
She smiled, and looked down at her belly, rubbing it lovingly. "Thank you," she said, and followed the men down the hill.
